Jun 19, 2024
The white hair turned to me again. "General Sun’s longevity has come to this day. At this time, the sun’s yang will be exhausted. I want to ask the master to protect the important meridians of the internal organs every day on the 7 th, otherwise he will die of organ failure even if he breaks the spell."
"Brother-in-law Bai Daochang has not recovered from his serious illness. You see … can I replace him?" Jia mu busy way
White hair saw his one eye and laughed. "Master, even if you have half the skill, it is far deeper than you. This time, it is not that you need a small amount of true qi to protect the lifeline of General Sun."
Tuoba Ye looked at me without saying anything.
I waved my hand and said, "Yunlong, I’m familiar with gas transmission, so don’t argue with me."
"Yes," he nodded, "Yebian and Brother Dian will guard Wang Bai Taoist together."
Dian Wei hasn’t answered his belly yet, so he "thumped" in a very appropriate way.
I can’t help laughing. "Let’s do it right after lunch before it’s too late."
"Yes" Sun Ce staggered up and told the attendants to feast.
Half an hour later, the white hair commanded the soldiers to set up a military camp in the middle of the Taishou Mansion in heavy rain. In the big tent, the soil piled up a high platform, and a simple scarecrow straw was put up. It is said that he personally polished the paper, and an oil lamp was placed on his head and feet, and he ordered someone to guard it every three hours. Sun Ce had to pray to the scarecrow three times in the morning, afternoon and evening.
Yu tiao Shen and other programs refused to let me visit and appreciate them outside. The reason is that I am his master, but I also have to respect his will. I can’t see the "juggling" skills of the West Kunlun Mountain, and I occasionally feel a little pity.
I can hear the "swish swish" sharp weapon broken through the tent for a long time, but I don’t know that this demon road can shoot at a scarecrow tied casually for so long, which is really admirable.
My 1,000 butch riders surrounded the entire Guangling Taishou Mansion, and no outsiders were allowed to visit, and no staff members were allowed to go out. Besides his wife, Sun Ce’s daily life was taken care of by butch riders-the white-haired man may still be in the mansion.
And I also dutifully play the role of a gas carrier. Every morning and evening, Sun Ce sends gas to protect the pulse twice. It is in Sun Ce that the color is not improved at all, but the yin Tang is getting dark and the brow is full of dead air.
It was not until half a month later that the dead gradually faded. The whole person seemed to glow with new vitality in the sunshine in early spring.
After 20 days of casting, the white hair was as white as paper, and I was worried about my own land and he sent a little qi, so I could see a trace of blood.
At noon on the 21st, the white hair was packed and went to the secret tent again.
"This last spell can always let me watch?" I stopped in front of him. "I’m afraid you’ll die in the middle of your spell."
After a slight hesitation, he finally nodded, "Thank you, Master."
I lifted the curtain and pushed him into the tent.
In the middle of the tent, the straw man has already inserted hundreds of sharp arrows.
The end of each arrow is slowly dripping with reddish liquid.
I don’t know where this liquid came from, but I saw that the clay platform had been saturated with liquid, and a small pool of water was formed in it.
The liquid in the pool is as thick as scarlet as human blood.
Which is stronger than Chinese and foreign witchcraft?
"Master, please take a seat here." White hair pulled a Hu stool to signal me not to get in the way, and repeatedly told me, "Please don’t give me any questions when I am being original, or I will be possessed easily after I am distracted. When I am original, I want my master to know and explain it in detail."
"You can rest assured that I can hold it back even if it is a fart." I lifted my robe and sat down on the Hu stool with a big makin knife.
I saw him pick up an arrow pot from the corner of the camp. There were about a dozen sharp arrows in it. Each arrow shaft was wrapped in a layer of pale yellow paper, and there were still some crimson strokes-the shaft was too thin to see at my distance.
Then he took out a long arrow and murmured-I couldn’t understand foreign languages-while saying that the long arrow was immersed in a basin of liquid that had already been prepared.
At first, it was a basin of clear water, but I smelled a faint fragrance, and I probably added some seasoning.
After about ten breaths, the white hair carefully took the long arrow out of the basin and mumbled to curse again.
Then he let go of his hands and took a step back.
That long arrow is still flat at the place where it focuses, but it doesn’t shake at all.
I stare big eyes don’t understand … What can this arrow hang? !
Seeing the white hair, the left hand and the five fingers clasped at the elbow of the right arm, the right hand stretched out the thumb horizontally, and the index finger and the middle finger made a 90-degree angle clockwise and lightly drew a small circle. Finally, the finger was stuck in a bullet hole at the end of the long arrow, like a tongue bursting, and the spring thunder screamed, "Disease!"
Just listening to the "Benedict", the long arrow was directly nailed into the scarecrow’s heart, and it was fast, so I could see a lingering shadow with my eyesight.
I can’t help but be horrified. If this arrow is fired at me … I’m not sure I can avoid it unscathed!
I almost want to scream, but fortunately, I’m not an idiot, and I immediately calmed down. His spell seems to have an effect on static animals, and it takes more than three minutes from aiming and chanting every arrow. I won’t sit in the same place and wait for him to shoot. How can it be so easy to hit an arrow?
Then he shot six arrows into different parts of the scarecrow according to the law.
Every time he shot his white hair, he turned pale, and the wisp of white hair on his head became more and more conspicuous. But he didn’t take much rest. He walked slowly around the scarecrow and continued to recite the magical spell from the Western Regions.
I gradually feel that I can talk about everything but I can’t move around at will to close my eyes and recuperate.
Before I knew it, I heard the drip of water again.
I opened my eyes and looked straight at the tower, covered with arrows. The Scarecrow saw that the straw was like a hedgehog, and the straw and the long arrow slowly turned crimson. The body with grass roots also dripped out thick black blood!
The black blood dripped into the pool in the high platform, splashing a circle of light ripples. The deeper the color of the pool, the black smoke rose around the soil, and various shapes lingered around the scarecrow for a long time.
The white hair stood in front of the high platform, seemingly waving its sleeves at random, and two oil lamps suddenly went out at the same time, and the fire as big as a bean curled up in the middle and then disappeared again.
I feel that my eyelashes seem to move, and there is a special smell in my eyes.
The tail of a long arrow inserted in the middle of the scarecrow’s eyebrows ignited a faint black smoke and made a "beep, beep, bang" sound.
However, after three or four breaths, the whole arrow burned to the end, and red Mars quickly climbed the scarecrow’s forehead, and the whole scarecrow instantly became a hot flame.
The more the flame burns, the brighter the color. The color of the flame is also reflected in the small red pool in the high platform.